"[I]t was a Christmas party, one could assume there was [drinking]"
Of course! That explains it.
Why didn’t I think of that?
I’m so glad that a Los Angeles County Sheriff Department’s spokesman, quoted a week or two ago in the Los Angeles Times, offered this explanation as to why there was a brawl at a Christmas party for Men’s Central Jail employees, resulting in seven deputies being relieved of duty. It certainly cleared things up.
Never mind that the Christmas party, attended by about 100, including family and friends, was for jail staff. That’s already something to get one’s head around.
And never mind that, as the spokesman helpfully pointed out, "Deputies are supposed to be peacemakers, not law violators."
What’s more, "they’re not supposed to be assaulting their fellow co-workers."
Just in case you’re wondering.
But - excuse me - I’m sorry.... I don’t get it. I’m still confused.
It’s bad enough that New Year’s Eve is devoted to drinking, if not to getting drunk. (Much for this reason, I don’t like New Year’s Eve and spent many holed up at a Quaker retreat deep in the dark, dank California redwoods.) But at least it’s done just to mark time, to celebrate a significant passage. At least it’s not done for Jesus.
I don’t get why Christmas is an excuse, an obvious, natural excuse, for drinking. I don’t get how getting drunk and even out of control celebrates the birth of Jesus, who was all about peace and love.
I’ve never forgotten about the attendant I had years ago who told me she had to stay home on Christmas Eve to make sure things were safe, what with her parents and others drinking.
So much for all being calm and bright.